It Is Disgusting -- Why Must We

My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft As Flesh. I'm Going To Sleep.

I Wanted The Moments Of My Life To Follow And Order Themselves Like Those Of A Life Remembered. You Might As Well Try And Catch Time By The Tail.

Once Liberty Has Exploded In The Soul Of A Man, The Gods Can Do Nothing Against That Man.

As If There Could Be True Stories: Things Happen In One Way, And We Retell Them In The Opposite Way.

If I Relegate Impossible Salvation To The Prop Room, What Remains? A Whole Man, Composed Of All Men And As Good As All Of Them And No Better Than Any.